They began to scourge me at the pillars
Tools ripping away at my flesh
The figures have abruptly become k**ers
And my memory starts to refresh
The holy hands of the sky
The architects of life
Brought me back as I began to die
The wrath of the gods, unleashed upon me
Through my wrist they place their pins
Their blackened eyes are filled with intent
How can I speak or resist? My body's in paralysis
These surgeons are artists, my body is canvas
The needles make my skin peel
This cannot be
This isn't real
This is the pain of a million d**hs
My anatomy is the theatre of war
I am the witness of catastrophe, catastrophe
The holy hands of the sky
The architects of life
Brought me back as I began to die
The wrath of the gods, unleashed upon me
Through my wrist they place their pins
Their blackened eyes are filled with intent
How can I speak or resist? My body's in paralysis
These surgeons are artists, my body is canvas
The needles make my skin peel
This cannot be
This isn't real
My structure is shattered, it lies in ruin, lies in ruin
My body is gone, but I'm still alive
They are the artists
The sole creators [x4]
(The wrath of the gods, unleashed upon me
Through my wrist they place their pins
Their blackened eyes are filled with intent)
The wrath of the gods, unleashed upon me
Through my wrist they place their pins
Their blackened eyes are filled with intent
How can I speak or resist? My body's in paralysis
These surgeons are artists, my body is canvas
The needles make my skin peel
This cannot be